I am expected
At the clan gathering today.
The naughty and nice will attend;
I'd like to say they're friends,
But it's family - a gnarly tree
With thick bark and thinning branches,
Twigs pointing and abandoned nests.
Yet, when it rains
I find shelter,
And when things get hot,
I find shade.
The roots reach into the cemetary
And across the blue.
I will wear my favourite Tee:
     Keep Calm
     And Let Lynch
     Handle It.
It's cute, and breaks the ice
Before I melt.